Lesbian Triangles #03 - Remastered

Kyla showed up at Ava’s apartment, smiled, and asked to borrow something comfortable to wear. Moments later she walked back into the room wearing nothing but her own bra and panties, the thin white cotton barely covering anything. Ava pulled lotion from a drawer. Hands slick, they took turns smoothing the cream over skin—shoulders, bellies, thighs—until the scent of coconuts mixed with their own warmth. They rubbed lower, fingers dipping beneath the lace, finding slick heat between folds that were already wet. Neither mentioned boyfriends. Lips met. Tongues followed. Lotion glistened as they pressed together, bodies sliding, straddling, chasing friction until moans filled the quiet apartment. They forgot the clock and lost themselves to fingers, mouths, and the wet, urgent slide of skin on skin.